Almost chocolate brown eyes shimmer with a look I’ve never seen from him before. It holds so much love and possibly hope. “I have you now… right?”
This time when I press my lips to his jaw, I don’t miss. “Yes.”
His hand runs through my hair as I tip my head back to look at him. Giving me a soft smile, he says, “That’s enough story time for today.”
“Okay,” I agree, not wanting to push him, especially so soon after promising him I wouldn’t. “So, this is my surprise?”
He licks his lower lip and shrugs. “Half of it. I promised you you’d know all of my secrets.” He grins and pats the cushions around him. “This is my biggest secret of all.”
“The one that nobody knows but you.”
“And now you.”
“So.” I move so I’m on my knees facing him. Bouncing excitedly I demand, “What’s my other surprise?”
“Patience.”
“I have none.”
His smile is blinding. I was worried for a moment that our deep conversation would spoil his mood. It hasn’t; nor has it affected mine. I’m sad about it, obviously, but I’m more grateful that he’s trusting me with this. “One of the many things I love about you.”
“You can list the rest, I won’t mind listening to them,” I jest, moving my aching legs from beneath me and sitting cross legged instead.
This new position gives Nathan the perfect opportunity to grab my legs by the ankles and pull them over his thighs. His strong hands grab my hips and a gasp escapes me when he pulls me towards him. My dress stays behind, pulling far up my thighs. Any further and my knickers will be on show.
Nathan notices and instantly his eyes heat.
“I think you have the best legs I’ve ever seen,” he states, his hands resting on my bent knees. Thumbs touch the inside of my thighs as his fingers splay across the top and outside. He pushes forward slowly, his leather gloves making tingles shoot straight down to my core.
God, that feels good.
We both watch what he’s doing, both mesmerised by the feeling.
My skin breaks out in tiny little goose bumps as he gets higher and higher, the tips of his fingers now only two inches away from the most sensitive area on my body; not just my core but the area around it, especially where my legs meet.
When his fingertips lightly touch there, sliding my dress up further and exposing me to his view, a shuddering moan escapes me. He pulls away in an instant, his hands roaming up my sides before cupping my cheeks and tilting my head back.
He smiles. “This is part of the surprise.”
“Huh?” My brain can’t register anything right now. Please leave a message.
“Perfect silence while we finally have that first kiss we’ve nearly had too many times to count, but never succeeded in getting.”
Gulp.
“It’s probably not the prettiest place, but it’s different. Memorable.”
Now I see what he’s trying to do. He’s competing with his brother in a weird backwards way.
I look at him, wanting him to just kiss me but needing to reassure him first. “If it had been in the car in the driveway, or at the house, it still would have been memorable.” But I have to admit, I like this a lot.
He doesn’t respond. Instead he moves forward and grips my neck with one hand while the other moves to my hip. I wet my lips in preparation, my body humming with excitement.
The first thing I feel, that sends sharp spasms of pleasure down my spine, is his breath fanning over my lips. My eyes want to close but I refuse to let them, mostly because his eyes are locked on mine and I swear, his pupils get larger and larger the closer he comes.
Pulling me in tighter, my knees against his ribs, my chest against his, he lets out a sharp breath when my groin connects with him. I barely stifle a moan.
A gentle hand brushes my fringe from my eyes and tucks my hair behind my ear. His face dips and his nose slides across mine. Soft lips barely brush my own before finally descending.
I melt into him, my body sagging as his hand holds my head to his. He takes a deep breath through parted lips and then moves them against mine. His brow furrows and a guttural groan escapes him. I feel it vibrate through his chest and notice that it sounds desperate, painful even.
His tongue teases my lips, asking them to open rather than demanding. I part them and meet it with my own. This time it’s my turn to moan in desperation.
His lips are so soft and he tastes so good. Like Nathan, mint and coffee. It’s my new favourite flavour. I doubt I’ll ever get enough of it.
I fist one hand in his shirt, keeping him close, and the other winds its way up the back of his neck and into his soft hair. He wraps his arm around my back and pushes his hips upwards as he pulls me tight to him. I’ve never felt anything like it. I ache all over, but mostly I feel empty and having him rub against me this way makes me want to sob at the emptiness below.
He twists himself, moving to his knees without breaking our kiss. Slowly and gently he coaxes my body back onto the pillows, his arm holding me tight around the small of my back.
A raspy breath leaves him when I part my legs and allow him to slide between. This time the entirety of his swelling length presses against me.
Even more of his heat seeps into my body; I’m delirious with it.
A jolt spikes through me, causing me to tense for a second in his hold when I feel his hand slide beneath the top of my dress and grasp my breast. My already tightening nipples solidify in a second. He brushes over it with the tip of his finger, before holding the full swell of my breast once more and massaging slowly with a strong hand.
My head falls back and my eyes close as he continues to grind against me and rub me in the most perfect way. Using this opportunity to get to my exposed neck, he immediately licks a trail from the dip and up to my jaw before claiming my mouth again.
All of my inhibitions vanish. My mind goes blank, my body now nothing but a mess of feelings. Too many to describe, but all of them twisting into one thing. Lust. Pure, never ending, forever burning lust.
I need to feel more of him. I want to feel his skin on mine. My hands frantically start pulling at his jacket and he shifts a few times until I manage to slide it from his arms. When it’s on the pillows to the side of us, he grabs my thighs and bucks his body into mine, pressing my back into the pillows. His lips are again locked on mine.
I scrape my fingernails across his shoulders. His entire body shudders and I feel my back arch as his hardness presses against my swelling clit. He presses himself into me again and again and I press harder in response, as if trying to rub the fabric away, so all that’s left is him and the knickers that separate us. I’m so glad I wore a dress.
I work at the buttons of his shirt, loving the feel of his toned, smooth chest. He’s so defined, so beautiful. After popping the fourth button down, his hand wraps around both of mine. He pulls them up and over my head, pinning them at the wrists.
When his hand releases my wrists a few moments later and descends to my breasts, I reach for the buttons again, but he leans up and off me. Using his hands, he pries open my legs and pushes my dress up so it gathers at my waist. Settling in between my thighs, he claims my mouth again. His hands grab at every inch of flesh they can reach, as if he’s scared I’ll vanish.